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The day before
06:27
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In New York, the day before,
There were lots of idiots who wanted become small insects, grown
in my mind.
Climbing trees, shaking heads,
With their orange carrot hair.
They asked me to pick up one.
You should have been here with me,
It was everything so floating, quiet around me.
In my thoughts, the day before,
fluffy beat like dead woods on rail,
It is the end, the wind that breathes.
You should have been here with me,
It was everything so floating, quiet around me.
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Feynman
03:46
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"If you expected science to give all the answers to the wonderful questions about what we are, where are we going, what the meaning of the universe is, and so on -- then I think you can easily become disillusioned and look for some mystic answer to these problems.
How a scientist can take a mystic answer I don't know because the whole spirit is to understand... Well never mind that, I don't understand that.
But anyhow, the way I think of what we are doing is; we are exploring, we are trying to find as much as we can about the world.
Too local, too provincial. The Earth, he came to the Earth -- one of the aspects of God came to the Earth mind you. And look at what is out there, how can... It is not in proportion."
R. Feynman
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I wanna be Frank Zappa
05:24
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Interloop
01:32
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June
05:28
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You spear the sand with doubts and nails,
A stone is watching you.
Twisted trees, the night is gone
Where no one dreams of you.
Walls are full of thirsty greys
Who are afraid to fade away,
But if it's true that we’re all stardust,
Your eyes are part of the shiniest one.
People round, some lights are loud,
My hands are watching you
A messy planet into the sun,
seems it’s Asking road to you.
“Why your eyes are dipped in race
With all they see and all they image?
A man can have his answers back,
but if he Doesn’t hide the way.”
Then he went, he let you end, In a while.
You spear the sand with doubts and nails,
A stone is watching you.
Twisted trees, the day is gone
Where no one’s living you.
Walls are full of empty greys
Who are afraid to be replaced,
But even if it’s June I feel the cold that comes again
And even if it was June I heard the feeble drops of rain.
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MAD!
07:47
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Change colours
05:19
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Bill In The Tea Catania, Italy
Bill is a collective of six musicians born in Catania, Sicily.
Bill grounds his roots in heavily mathematical prog rock
from late seventies but eventually evolves into a smoother and plainer musical architecture, strongly influenced by post-rock and neo-psychedelia, with a clear reference to bossa nova, blues and jazz music.
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